Perhaps

Dawn has come within the mist
On tree hung web she's left her kiss
Mine is morn' and yours is night
Next to you would feel so right
To lay.To guard your slumber
To dream of walks, to stop and wonder
Encounters that we've never had
No, quiet now, don't be sad
I keep you warm within my heart
If we've never met, we cannot part. x
beachwalker2 beachwalker2
41-45, M
Jan 14, 2013